“Oh-for God’s sake!” gasped Marion. “I just knew it would be this way if we got our suits off!”
“Be quiet, baby,” panted Mildred. “You love it-you know you do!”
“Well-but-out here on the sand-where anyone may c-come along!” wailed Marion softly. “This would create a scandal even in this wild set. And you squeeze me so between you-and maul my breasts-it’s enough to set a g-girl w-wild!”
Two arms were about her neck. A male hand played upon her snowy buttocks. A feminine hand smoothed her heaving belly.
“Oh-o-o-o-o-h” gasped Marion. “I can’t stand it-I shall do s-something disgraceful! I f-feel so-Let’s bathe, please”
“She is terribly shaky,” murmured Mildred. “Perhaps we’d all better cool off in the water. Now then, darling, open your legs and let us both pet your dear little cunt for a minute. You and I will just play with Stan’s great stiff engine and then we’ll all take to the water.”
Under the gleaming eyes of the shaking and tremendously agitated Herbert this scene of incredible lechery and perversity was staged. And, strangely, the young master of millions found himself even more attracted towards the maid who thus yielded, with a sort of ingenuous lust, to the overpowering enticements with which she was surrounded than he had been when he had conceived of her as more innocent and less informed. Every nerve in his body strained toward this sensual semi-innocence which he found adorable.
His sex rampant, all his fibers aroused as never before, he had the queer feeling, as he saw the naked trio melt into the misty light of the rippling lake, that something of his own was being walked off with there, that a cool, sardonic appropriation of his most cherished treasure was being made. It was a feeling akin to the resentment he had so unreasonably felt when he had heard-and, with his mind’s eye, seen-his pretty sister possessed in the marital bed. That all his sentiments in the matter were irrational he knew at bottom, and yet he had to restrain himself, shaking with an almost demonic lust, from pounding after the vanishing trio and grasping Marion.
Herbert was as near to lunacy at this moment as ever a hard-headed fellow may be. His whole body was shot with rays of heat, which seemed to dance visibly before his wild eyes, as he stumbled back over the path he had come.
It was apparently fated that this night should be one of continued wracking episodes. For, as Herbert paused stealthily at the door leading from Edith’s and Henry’s chamber into the corridor, with the rather ignoble idea of tormenting himself lusciously by listening again for any repetition of their earlier carnal raptures, the door opened. Light flooded the corridor. In the doorway appeared the blond Henry Hamilton in his pajama jacket, his stalwart legs bare.
“What the hell!” observed Henry. “Oh, it’s you, old chap. I thought I heard a noise and, as it’s well after midnight, I thought an investigation in order.”
The door was swung wide. Over the shoulder of his host, Herbert’s eyes were caught-and held-by the vision of his naked sister upon the bed. Her tumbled nightgown lay in the middle of the floor where one of the pair had tossed it.
Edith lay sleeping deeply, outstretched on her back. Her full breasts, tipped with coral, arose and fell regularly. The glossy darkness of her thick and curling genital beard moved lightly, too, with her breathing, and her plump and shapely thighs were parted.
Herbert was hypnotized, quite unable to consider how his behavior might appear to this brother-in-law of his, who had been his one-time companion. His eyes were one dark glow and they were fixed upon the bed, which the informally clad Henry had just abandoned. He was shivering, his face a dull red.
“Are you sick, man?” queried Henry in a low voice.
Still no word came from Herbert’s constricted throat. Slowly there appeared upon Henry’s features, as he turned his eyes towards the bed, where he had left a lovely wife so completely exposed, and then looked once again upon the absorbed eyes and the shaking form of his friend, a queer little smile.
“Come in and have a little drink, old fellow,” he invited. “You look to me as if you need a shot. Be rather still, if you don’t mind, for Edith is asleep after going on rather a rampage. Hell, the little hussy has kicked off the bedclothes again, bless her heart! You won’t mind, Herbert. It’s hot, you know, and I suppose a brother may see his sister without its constituting high treason.”
He closed the door behind them. His guest looked for the first time fully at his brother-inlaw.
“God-but she’s lovely!” he whispered thickly.
“You’re damned right!” acceded Henry, already pouring whiskey from a decanter. He waved the intruder to a chair.
“Cursed few girls with her fullness of flesh who are built so beautifully,” went on her proud husband softly. “Tiptoe over there-she’s dead asleep-and take a right good look while you’re about it. I’d be silly to be jealous of your seeing her this way. Though, by God, I’m surprised you haven’t seen her many a time. I used to spy out chances to see my two older sisters naked, and, believe me, I was well repaid for the bother!”
“Listen, Hank, I don’t know whether I can stand this!” whispered Herbert hoarsely.
He had stumbled to the bedside and propped himself with outstretched hand on the sheet to curb his shakiness at seeing the nudity so near to his eyes.
“Nonsense, man! Have another drink. You’re overwrought. Take your private view all you like,” murmured the hospitable Henry. “Jeez, you have got a swell hard-on, haven’t you? I had one earlier but I put it to death with much joy. But damned if the silly thing hasn’t popped up again!”
And grinningly he made manifest the basis of his statement.
“Listen, old bird,” he whispered. “I’m going to awaken Edith pretty soon anyway-to roll her again-for I’m certainly not going to try to sleep with Jerry standing up like this. So, what say if we play a little joke on the kid? You go in and strip and then come back and lie down with her. I’ll be right at hand. You can pet her a little and wake her up slowly. Just imagine the way she’ll feel and the laugh we’ll have on her when she finds you hugging her and quite naked!”
“Almighty God!” breathed Herbert. “I’ll be a wreck when it comes time to stop! For, frankly, Hank, you can see the state I’m in. I had an experience out there on the dunes just now-“
“Yes?” asked his brother-in-law.
“Tell you some other time,” muttered Herbert.
“Well, anyhow, are you game? I owe Edith a little jolt or two anyway. She had no more pants on than a rabbit on the beach yesterday when Gerry Crandall and Bill Hoskins were rolling her about and shoving sand down her neck while she was in street clothes. And if you think they weren’t taking it all in you’re crazy! I didn’t mind that, for lots of the girls do as much, and she’s got something worth showing. But then she had the crust to get uppish because I was feeling Crandall’s young niece up a little off to one side. So what say? It’ll be fun, and you can even go right ahead and pretend you’re about to have a piece of her-you know, go as far as you like. If I get uneasy I’ll give you a yell.”
If all this was playing with dynamite-and it certainly was-that dynamite and its possibilities did not affright the perverse young husband in the least. Fond though he was of the youthful heiress, whom he had married, he conceived of this present situation as rich in possibilities of shocking pleasure quite out of the ordinary. The very cynicism of it, the vicious sequel to which it might well give birth, fascinated his jaded and voluptuous nature powerfully.
Within two minutes the naked Herbert had stealthily lay down beside his unconscious sister. Bending at the head of the bed, ready to slink out of sight if Edith gave signs of awakening, Henry Hamilton, his rigid virility manifesting an agitation comparable to that of his wife’s brother, whisperingly encouraged Herbert to take what advantage of the situation he could before she came to her senses.
But Herbert no longer needed encouragement. The beast which this same girl had roused in him on certain previous occasions was alive and straining. His senses swam as he cautiously nestled close to the satin nakedness of his wedded sister and very slowly took her in his arms.
That the man was launched upon a course which would subject Edith to the final outrages unless checked forcibly bothered Henry not at all. As his wife stirred and sighed and-still in the deeps of sleep but clearly moved by an awakening passion, pressed her naked brother tenderly with belly and thighs in response to his overtures, her spouse turned almost as red with lust as Herbert had become.
“She is so damned sound asleep,” he whispered in the ear of the latter, “that I’ll bet you could get half-way into her without her waking. Try it, man! What a whale of a joke if she wakes up to find your prick halfway up to her heart!”
This conscienceless and libidinous exhortation was scarcely needed Herbert was well on the way to complying with it. His chest stirred against Edith’s naked breasts as she instinctively moved to turn and face him. Their bellies came together.
Still asleep, but swayed obviously by licentious emotions, the girl slipped an arm about Herbert’s neck. She cast a warm, smooth thigh over his legs.
“By God!” breathed the bending, excited Henry. “She’s hot as hell even in her sleep! What a chance to get a nice slice of her, Herbie!”